On Tuesday I had some of my small cotton scarves in my pack, so I asked Jay Farnsworth if she would like them at the Red Gallery, and she said no. We laughed because it was for the exact reason I myself wondered about the wisdom of weaving with these skinny cotton yarns when I started out: price wise, I would be completing with less expensive imports.
I enjoy my cottons, so I don't think I'll stop for a while, but as products, they look like the stuff that sells for one-tenth of the price just down the road. In fact, some of those imports are far superior in design and technique. And while Jay can see the work I put into mine, she prefers I stock the Red with cashmeres and merinos and other lovely textured fibers. Fair enough.
So today must have been Thursday because I threaded the mad cotton warp. Whatever I end up with is not going to be terribly soft. Today I remembered I was thinking of light and wind when I planned this warp. We have tall houses to our east and north, so our house is shadier until later; I was thinking about waking up early in the morning in the summer and watching the black sky turn lighter and warmer as the day progressed. I guess I'm up to late afternoon now.
At least I'm up to 12 inches; four to go.